Several of the rat eyes embedded in the corners of the interrogation room had already been disrupted by Little Grape's pupil technique and could no longer provide surveillance footage.
However,
In the Plague-bed monitoring room, the rats with bulging bellies were enjoying their daily donuts,
They were arguably the most relaxed group in Rat City. It was nearly impossible for anyone to cause trouble in the Plague-bed, so they had long since grown used to slacking off all day. Even lifting their heads to glance at the monitors felt exhausting.
Little Grape was even observing the state of the monitoring room against the direction of the optic nerves.
William, who had originally been planning to cause trouble outright, could not help giving a helpless smile when he saw this scene. He decided to play along for a while with the quarantine officer before him, who seemed to have suffered Abyssal corruption.
Pulling up his hood and putting on his signature spiked mask, William looked just like a true inquisitor from a monastery.
Then, using his clothes, he grew a pair of leather gloves that radiated an Apostle's aura. He pressed both fists against the table, exerting immense psychological pressure on the other party.
The roles had been reversed.
"From now on, I'll be the one asking the questions. What is the name of the person in charge of the Plague-bed? What are his characteristics? Has he completed his pathway?"
"Dugar. The Heart of Plague. My lord was granted the title of Green Chancellor long ago. He has currently found the green door representing plague during his research into it.
"Before long, once our research makes a breakthrough, my lord will complete the final stage of his pathway and become the second Pathway Achiever after the Moon Lord.
"At that time,